July 13, 2010
by Amy Glasenapp Twenty-two year old Virgil sits with Anette, the second girl he’s ever been with, at a table in the back corner of her favorite sushi restaurant, the one he hates. It’s a busy place, and a line for the unisex bathroom starts to form right next to their table as soon as [...]
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July 6, 2010
by Foster Trecost I counted telephone poles sticking up from the ground and the seconds in between them. The old highway cut straight through the sand, and it seemed the road would go on forever. No curves. No hills. Just poles. I’m not sure when she changed. After kids, I suppose. She didn’t smile very [...]
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